July / August    2005

 

Dear members and friends of Mt. Olive,

There's a compelling legend about Saint Francis, the kindly thirteenth century monk, who one day informed his brethren that he planned to go into the nearby village on a preaching mission. He invited a novice to go along.

On their way, they passed an injured man and Francis promptly stopped, saw to the poor fellow's needs and arranged medical care for him. They went on and soon passed a homeless man who was near starvation. Again, Francis stopped his journey and ministered to the hungry, homeless man.

So it went, through the day: people in need, Francis lovingly caring for them as best he could, until the sun was low in the sky. He told his novice friend it was now time for them to return to the monastery for evening prayers.

But the young man said, "Father, you said we were coming to town to preach to the people." Francis smiled. Then he said, "My friend, that's what we've been doing all day."

E. Carver McGriff in his book Times of Refreshing, writes of the above story: “That's evangelism at its most faithful. Ministry to people in their need. Not worrying about numerical growth, or adding to one's own conversion record, or winning acclaim within the denomination. Evangelism is sharing the love of God in concrete form among God's people.”

Now I know that there are those who would argue the point.  They may call such a statement heresy.  They would contend that for “evangelism” to take place, Law and Gospel must be clearly verbalized and articulated.  They would insist that ministering to the physical needs of hurting people is “social gospel” rather than “evangelism”.

I don’t intend to argue terminology in this short article.  I do maintain, however, that some church bodies seem willingly to address only the physical  needs of hurting people, while others are content to only speak  the words of God’s love without any attempt to alleviate physical suffering.

As I see it, the majority of church bodies and the greater part of Christians fall somewhere in the middle: weak in showing compassion to those with physical suffering, and equally weak in sharing the Word of God with those who are outside the Kingdom.

Frankly, what we in-the-middle-Christians do is downright disgusting and despicable!  We criticize those who lean too far to the left or too far to the right, while doing precious little to bring about positive change.  We do a lot of talking and debating and arguing about what should be done, but end up doing little if anything!  And what’s even worse: we then try to justify our non-actions!  We make excuse for our inactivity and idleness!

As Jesus walked the dusty Judean roads, His heart went out to all in need.  He stopped to help those with physical needs.  He took time to help those with spiritual needs.  He preached the Word.  He lived the Word.  He didn’t waste time needlessly disputing which was more important: healing a person’s physical  blindness or curing one’s spiritual  blindness.  He knew – and we know – that dealing with spiritual blindness had eternal consequences and was therefore the more critical issue.  But that didn’t keep Him from doing both.

You may be tempted to refuse to help someone who is hurting physically or emotionally because, “Hey, I can’t help everyone!”  That’s very true.  However, you aren’t being asked to help everyone.  Just this one.  It may help to imagine yourself as the one in need.  Think of how relieved you would feel when someone finally looked into your tear-stained, bloodshot eyes with compassion and said “What can I do to help?’

Likewise, we might be tempted to remain quiet when confronted with another’s spiritual darkness.  “That’s not my job,” we whisper to ourselves.  “That person really needs Jesus.  Someone ought to tell her about the Lord.”  Here, too, it may help to visualize yourself as that person living in spiritual blindness.  Think of how grateful you’d be for that one person who would take the time to share the things of God with you.  Think of your eternal gratitude toward that one Christian who shared with you the life and love of Jesus!

For me personally, reaching out to help those who are emotionally wounded, physically hurting, or spiritually down-and-out (especially if a series of bad choices brought them to that point,) is sometimes a challenge.  More than once I’ve passed by on the other side as the priest and temple worker in Jesus’ story.  That’s when Jesus reminds me: it is for these people that you are on this earth.  I put you here to help them.  I want them to see Me in you!

Think of all the folks the Lord has put into your life over the years.  Ponder all the blessings you have received through them.  Pause to consider what may have happened had they not been there for you.

Now ask the Lord to open your eyes to see that one person who has recently crossed your path by divine design.  Ask Him to open the windows of your heart to respond to that individual’s needs.  Seek His Spirit that you may courageously and convincingly share the words of eternal life so that that one lost soul will someday be in heaven with you.

You and I are on this earth by God’s design and for divine purpose.  We aren’t here to save the world.  But neither are we here to merely take up space.  We are on this earth at this precise time to bring glory to God by living out His life in serving others.

Two thousand years ago, Jesus responded to the needs of people – physical needs as well as spiritual needs – when His feet trekked and tramped the dusty trails.  But today He walks in our shoes and in the shoes of all Christians.  He occupies our bodies and helps and heals through our hands.  He lives in us, and lives out His life through us.

So when you and I are called upon to help heal a hurting heart, or speak salvation to a sin-sick soul, know that it is Jesus in us who responds and it is Jesus in us who is glorified.

Thank you, Jesus!

Pastor Carl R. Henkel

 

 

 

The Bygone Quilting Bee

The other day I was watching an old episode of the TV series Christy. The series is about a young schoolteacher who takes a position teaching at a Quaker mission in the Smokey Mountains. In the episode I saw, the women of the community hold a quilting bee, where they sat in a circle to work on their quilts, sang hymns, talked about things going on in their homes and community, and reflected on how God was working in their lives. I was struck with a feeling of nostalgia for a type of fellowship that seems to have disappeared for the most part with the art of quilting by hand.

Then I thought, hey, wait a minute. The spirit of the bygone quilting bee exists in our Scrap & Stamp Saturday. We sit around a table to work on our cards or scrapbooks, listen to Christian music on the radio, chat about what's going on in our lives, share supplies and advice, and just enjoy each other's company--a modern-day adaptation of an age-old tradition! How cool is that?

With that in mind, I want to invite you to join us for our next Scrap & Stamp Saturday on July 16, beginning at 9:00 a.m. Crafters of all levels of experience are welcome. We don't have a specific project to work on this time, so you'll have a chance to begin or continue a project of your own. Call Keri at 651.488.2362 with any questions.

Keri Henkel

 

 

 

Remember When…

A Computer was something on TV

From a science fiction show of note

A Window was something you hated to clean

And Ram was the father of a goat.

 

Meg was the name of my girlfriend

And Gig was a job for the nights

Now they all mean different things

And that really Mega Bytes.

 

An Application was for employment

A Program was a TV show

A Cursor used profanity

A Keyboard was a piano.

 

Compress was something you did to the garbage

Not something you did to a file

And if you Unzipped anything in public

You'd be in jail for a while.

 

Log On was adding wood to the fire

Hard Drive was a long trip on the road

A Mouse pad was where a mouse lived

And a Backup happened to your commode.

 

Cut is what you did with a pocketknife

Paste you did with glue

A Web was a spider's home

And a Virus was the flu.

 

I guess I'll stick to my pad and paper

And the Memory in my head.

I hear nobody's been killed in a Computer crash.

But when it happened they wish they were dead.